Page 54 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)

There was none of the pain I’d always been warned about. Apparently, with the right person or rather the right demon everything was different. This was a truly unique experience of sex… something otherworldly.

I closed my eyes and surrendered completely. To his fullness inside me. To the way his hands gripped my hips. To the arousal rippling through every nerve ending. To the cool morning light flooding the dark forest around us as we raced through it. The entire picture was perfect.

When he began picking up the pace, slamming into me harder, he suddenly stopped. “Please… move… I… fuck…” he wheezed, clutching my thighs tighter as he let go of the handlebars, giving me full control.

“My God, you’re insane, Desmond!” I cried, gripping the handlebars.

I bent forward, grinding my hips back and forth, riding his cock as fast as I could.

The orgasm built inside me like a violent storm.

Then it erupted, a warm, shuddering wave of bliss flooding my entire body.

He groaned deeply, clutching my hips as he slammed me down onto his cock.

I screamed in pleasure as my walls clenched around him, milking him until he moaned so loudly that it echoed through the trees.

We cried out together, our voices blending into a single, trembling symphony inside my helmet. I didn’t want him to pull out. But his body was already shaking, and the bike wobbled slightly beneath us.

“Desmond!” I shouted, clinging to the handlebars to keep us steady. He thrust once more before pulling out, and I felt his hot cum running down my thighs, dripping onto the seat below. He panted behind me, his chest rising and falling in ragged heaves.

“Damn, Eveline… you’re such a filthy little saint… fuck…” he growled, stopping the bike as he swerved to the side of the road.

“Why are we stopping?” I swallowed, still reeling from my orgasm and the adrenaline crashing through me.

His cum mixed with a hint of blood as it slid down my legs.

He zipped up his pants, pulled down my skirt, and tugged my soaked panties back into place, though it didn’t matter anymore.

Then he jumped off the motorcycle and dragged me down with him.

When I looked back, I saw the seat glistening, completely covered in our juices. I flushed with shame and desire. He gripped my shoulders, forcing me down.

“Will you lick it clean, love?” His voice carried such dominance that it hypnotized me.

He slowly removed my helmet, and a cool breeze rushed over my face, refreshing me and soothing my flushed cheeks, still burning from how deeply he’d been inside me just moments ago.

Even now, I could still feel the pulsing ache between my legs.

I licked my lips without breaking eye contact with him, feeling that familiar throb return with every second he looked at me like that.

Without thinking, I bent down and ran my tongue along the leather seat, tasting the mix of his cum and my arousal.

“Yes… good girl…” he murmured, licking his lips as he watched me with that dangerous, possessive smile. “How does it taste, hmm?”

The flavor was a new discovery – slightly sweet, almost like dessert. Each time I ran my tongue over the seat, a shiver of dark ecstasy rippled through me, and I moaned, licking it clean under his watchful gaze.

“Damn… the devil… you made me hard again…” he growled, his hand sliding to his cock as I continued licking every drop off the motorcycle seat.

He grabbed the crown of his cock between his thumb and forefinger, his claws lengthening slightly as he stroked himself from the base to the head, squeezing around his balls, then dragging up the thick shaft, stopping to press at the swollen tip.

Each time his fingers grazed the sensitive head, he hissed with pleasure.

I was already on my knees in front of him, staring up with parted lips, my breath ragged.

He looked down at me with a malicious, hungry smile.

“What is it, love? You want to taste me? You want my cock?” He brought the head to my lips, circling it around them, smearing pre-cum across my skin.

It dripped down, cupping every beautiful, pulsing vein running along his shaft.

My mouth flooded with saliva, so thick and warm it felt filthy and perfect.

My lips parted instinctively, and he slid his cock inside, just a little, letting out a sharp moan as they stretched around his crown. “Mhmm…” I whimpered, the taste of him dark and electric on my tongue.

“Damn… good girl… you have no idea how good that feels… it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven…” he groaned, pushing deeper, inch by inch, his dangerous smile widening as his eyes burned with an unnatural light.

Suddenly the motorcycle’s headlights flickered out, leaving us in slight darkness lit only by sunlight piercing between the pine trees.

His eyes glowed bright green in the shadows – inhuman, blazing with power.

For a moment, fear prickled down my spine.

But then it melted into something else, something deeper and sweeter.

He really was a demon. I didn’t want to believe it at first. I told myself it could be a delusion, a twisted fantasy of my sick mind.

But no… he had been telling the truth. And to my own shock, I realized I wasn’t afraid anymore.

If a demon had fallen in love with me… then I had already given him my body.

The only question left was… would I give him my soul?

He pushed deeper, until half his cock was buried in my mouth, the tip nudging against my throat.

I gagged slightly, tears spilling from my eyes, but he only moaned louder, thrusting slowly so the head kissed the tight entrance of my throat over and over.

His claws tangled in my hair as he hissed my name, each syllable falling from his lips like a prayer.

“Fuck… Eveline…” he whispered, so gently, so sensually, that I felt my own orgasm start to build.

My hips rocked against nothing, desperate for friction.

Then he thrust again, hitting the back of my throat with a pleasant tickling burn, and I shattered, cumming hard as his cock throbbed between my lips.

Hot cum poured down my throat, thick and overwhelming. He pulled out abruptly, and his release sprayed across my face, dripping down my cheeks and chin like hot rain. His essence felt… right. Like being anointed in something forbidden.

“Damn, love… you’re… beautiful… and you’re mine,” he growled, his eyes flickering as he cupped my chin and tilted my face up to him. “You still don’t want to admit it… but you will.”

I closed my eyes, trembling. He helped me stand, his grip gentle despite his strength. My breath came out in ragged gasps as I rose shakily from my knees.

“We have to go… you’ve probably already been missed at the monastery…” he murmured.

He lifted me back onto the bike, adjusting my skirt before swinging up behind me.

His hands gripped the steering handles with feral force, and with a sudden jerk, the bike roared to life beneath us.

We shot forward at impossible speed, racing through the forest at nearly four hundred kilometers per hour, the world becoming nothing but wind, shadows, and the pounding of my heart.

“Thank you…” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Happy birthday… ashpetal…” he replied softly into my ear.

And for the rest of the ride, we said nothing. We simply clung to each other in silence, trying to catch our breath, trying to understand what the fuck had just happened.

When we reached the monastery, I already wanted him again. The feeling inside me was unbearable, clawing at my insides with terrifying force.

“I can feel your arousal, ashpetal…” he whispered against my ear as he took off his helmet. The entire motorcycle seat was soaked with my juices once again. My face flushed deep crimson as he gently tugged my dress down, smoothing it back into place before pulling me into his arms.

It was a weekday, so no parishioners were around for kilometers, but the sisters could still see us if they happened to look out. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head before letting me go.

“I have an idea,” he murmured with a wicked grin. “But first we need somewhere private. You know… it’s a delicate matter.”

He reached under the motorcycle seat and pulled out the cakes we had bought earlier.

Then he took my hand in his large, warm palm.

We walked to the back entrance, slipping through the quiet halls lined with sunlit windows.

Memories flooded back – how we used to kiss here, hidden in these empty corridors.

My cheeks burned with heat at the thought.

He kept walking, leading me down the hallway. “Desmond, what are you doing? What if someone sees us together?”

“They won’t see.” He gave me a calm, confident smile. “All the sisters are in the kitchen preparing lunch right now.”

And he was right. He knew our daily routine better than anyone. He had probably been watching me all these years, learning every detail. That was the only explanation for how he moved so easily through this place, like it was his own domain.

“It won’t take long, love. Just… trust me okay?” He licked his lips and I surrended.

We reached my room, and he gently guided me inside. He sat me down on the bed while I looked at him with confused suspicion, my brow furrowing. But he only smiled, that dark, knowing smile that made my heart flip and my stomach tighten.

Then he turned to my closet and pulled out a small black box hidden on the top shelf. My chest constricted with shock and humiliation.

It was the dildo he had given me years ago – molded exactly to his shape. I hadn’t taken it out in almost a decade.

“You never used it for its intended purpose, did you…” he said softly, taking it out and wiping it down carefully with disinfectant wipes, his tongue sliding across his lips as he cleaned it. “Did you just admire its… craftsmanship, ashpetal?”